Category: Real Life

Her name is Mistral Dawn, and she's an author with a new release this week. She's got a lot of romance in her back list, but this book is satire. Pure satire. You can find out more about her at her website: http://mistralkdawn.blogspot.com If someone asked you to explain what's going on in the world... Continue Reading →

Then, honor the survivors... I got a little introspective this year. Our family has been riddled with those who served, those who didn't die in battle, but came home with their ghosts and their wounds. As we pass a day in remembrance of our war dead, I'd like to ask everyone to take a moment... Continue Reading →

So, I'm a girl. I've been a girl for a long, long time. It's really a career choice at this point, and I'm reader and writer of romances. Yes, I've even written stuff like this: He nodded. “Mrs. Markey, it’s been a pleasure meeting you, and you have a lovely home.” Boyd Ramsey grabbed up... Continue Reading →

So, it's that month again. Every April you're gonna get a little awareness from me, so let's go. I thought this time I'd just describe our life with teen autism. D is severely autistic. He cannot speak. His IQ tests at below 40, but he has comprehensive language, no expressive at all really. He's also... Continue Reading →

Censorship is how it all ends. Google Play, Apple, and Amazon have all made moves toward censoring Erotica and any sexual content on their stores. I'm not going to argue that they haven't that right. It's their store, and, clearly, they've made a business call that sex doesn't sell anymore. This doesn't effect my books... Continue Reading →

You're a publisher, or you aren't. There, I said it. This will be my last KU run. As an author, I've seen a change in the way publishing services do business, and it's crap. It's absolute, undiluted horse manure. Exclusivity is just a way to gain control of a work without buying in and getting... Continue Reading →

Been playing DAI like a fiend cause I'm in love with Cullen. NO JOKE. I can't not flirt with him on each playthrough, and I have tried, believe me. He's just got this something... I can't define it. And, omg, the end. I almost cried like an infant with the controller in my hand staring at... Continue Reading →

I actually hate the word triggered now. It's been made into a joke, but it's not really a very funny one, if you know what it means through experience. A mental trigger is a sensory experience that begins a fight or flight reaction in the body after a person has experienced physical or mental trauma.... Continue Reading →

One ticket to Crazytown, please.... People read romance for the thrill, for the feels, and nothing gets to us more than the image of a man's voice in a woman's ear growling, "You're mine." Am I right? It's primal. It's fantastic. It's also got limits. We want a book boyfriend, not a jailer. (Don't get... Continue Reading →